Rave: Ben and Jerry's has a Tiramisu flavored ice cream. Rave: Xenoblade Chronicles is the tits. And now I'm really looking forward to The Last Story.
Rant: Tuesday morning hangovers. I haven't had one of these fuckers for a month, but it's back with a vengence today.
Rant: I was paged an hour and a half before my morning alarm because the dumbass user had a loose network cable. Meanwhile, I've got diarrhea (guess where I'm posting from?) and the girlfriend and I had a fight last night which is making my mood in general just peachy. I'm now facing the prospect of a workday on 5 hours of sleep. This day couldn't start off better if it tried.
Rave: It's my birthday! I am 23 today. Fuckin' old! Rave: My siblings are headed over to my place tonight for some brats and beers in the backyard, and it's shaping up to be a lovely day to relax outside. Rave: My boss approved time off for some trips in May and June. No more sweating over that!
Rave: I really, really like my new role at work. It suits me, and I finally found a way to be an educator without any disciplinary requirements or dealing with people who don't want to be there. It's even sometimes entertaining (when it's not terrifying how little people know about how sex works). I also think this would have a better chance of being moved up in the company than my original role, but that still doesn't seem terribly likely. Rave: I also found out that my previous boss is upset that I changed over, because she wanted me to stay doing what I was doing. Yay validation! I'll still be doing it a day or two per week, including today, and I'm already over it. Although I think changing it up will be good in the long run to avoid burnout. Rant: I still think we should/deserve to be paid almost twice as much as we are now. We are so vastly underpaid for what we do, it's ridiculous. Rant: Working with anything even remotely related to politics: never again. Being on this rally committee has been the worst. I can not fucking wait until it's over this Saturday. Rave: I just got asked to write an additional article for the magazine I write a food column for.
Rave: My birthday is on Saturday! Rant: I'm actually terrified of being 23. Rant: Failing to treat a back spasm, been popping tramadol. Been awake for about 32 hours because of the pain. Losing....sanity.... Rave: Wearing coral pants and turquoise flats make me feel less death-y.
Rant: I need to find, buy and assemble 250 wedding favours by Friday night. Balls... I hate last-minute girls!
Rant: I am swamped at work. I have stacks on my stacks of paperwork. I'm stressed. Someone that has worked her for 16 years was fired at the end of last week. It is making me insecure. Rave: The person that was fired was the noisy eater!! I never have to hear her slurp watermelon again!!!! Rave: New puppy. Black Mouth Curr and Catahoula cross. She's beautiful. She was an early birthday present. Rant: She throws her head back, and howls when I am not in her line of vision. I have created a moster in only 3 days. This is one of the many reasons why I could never have children.
Rant: Whenever I don't have something to wake up for (a job, a meeting, whatever), it is quite terrible getting out of bed, and a lot of the time I never do. I woke up at goddamn 3:30PM for no reason. So of course I don't get tired until 4 or 5 in the morning and then I just start going into a worse and worse sleep schedule. FUCK arghfsdjf
Rant: Give a presentation with zero prep time? Why not right? Rave: Nailed it. Rant: Yes ladies and gentlemen, I realize I'm in jeans and a polo while you're all in thousand dollar suits. That's what happens when you tell someone an hour before the presentation that they have to fill in for the person in California that was going to teleconference. Rant: Was planning on watching the Chelsea-Barcelona game. Rave: Chelsea motherfuckers!
Rave: While cleaning, I found all my hard drives from college almost ten years ago. Used an IDE to USB converter, and boom everything is still there! Holy shit, there are so many great memories and pictures that I had completely forgotten about!
Rave: The residual heat sensation you get in your mouth after you've had a meal of spicy food (in my case, delicious tacos). Rant: The opressive heat sensation of having to sit in an 87 degree bedroom because you forgot to turn on the AC before you left for work that day.
Rant: My dad has emphysema. He doesn't know how severe it is, but emphysema is emphysema. There isn't any cure, and there's no "It's not so bad, you'll be good as new in a few months" variety.
Rant: Group screwed up the orders to my next unit, so I had to drive the hour and a half back to the other base to get them taken care of. And it's only a temp fix. Rave: Checked in to my first fleet squadron. Everyone I've met there is awesome. Mega-Rave: I got second hand word from my friend, the other pilot check in, who was told by the my squadron XO that both of us are going to be going on a MEU (Marine Expeditionary Unit) coming up in a bit. Fucking right dougie! I'm super pumped because east coast MEU's are attached to a Navy ship that tours all over the Mediterranean Sea, around Africa to the Middle East, and the Indian Ocean before coming home. Boat loads of flying time, and I'm pretty much guaranteed to pick up Helo Aircraft Commander (HAC) while on the float.
RANT: I've been away from my caseload for 4 days. Coming back to my office tomorrow is going to be hellish. RANT: The boy and I have been going through some issues lately; in the midst of trying to work through them, he drops the bomb that he needs to work all weekend preparing for a trial next week. Yippee. RANT: Roommate is going through a horrendous depressive spell. Apparently her depressive spells involve leaving dishes all over the house with food caked on them, allowing flies and other pests to accumulate rapidly. After cleaning the kitchen four times in the last 2 weeks, I'm slowly descending into madness. The past week has been an exercise in "Remember, this too shall pass, because alcohol and firearms are not the answer."